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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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staar: I know how it is when you get engrossed in a story and it's not updated for a long time that you have to reread everything. That's why I make my chapters a bit shorter, so people can keep reading without forgeting much. Your questions will be answered shortly :) One of them in this chapter, hehehe.
Christopher: My character must have been brain washed, lol. Well, the whole Harry Potter world would be ghosts if they weren't.

Chapter 35-
Dear Professor Snape,

Have you completed a batch of the Jayradox potion yet? If so, please set aside seven vials of it for me. I will come by your office and to get them when I return to Hogwarts. Thank you very much!
Love, Miss Dursley
Severus grunted and tossed the letter onto his desk. He rubbed his tired eyes with the tips of his finger. As much as Miss Dursley had insisted that the Divi flower existed, he did not find it under the apple tree in the moonlight on the sixth day of the week, where she had said it would be. Severus couldn't help thinking that Miss Dursley was probably going nutty. He knew every ingredient that was used in potions, and he was pissed that he had been foolish enough to waste his time to apparate home and look under his apple tree for the non existing ingredient.
Cursing under his breath, Severus stood up. The potion she had described had been too good to be true anyway. He could not believe that he had actually believed that such a potion could exist. Now he was in immense doubt. The Divi flower was allegedly the main ingredient that made it different from the potion he (or rather they) had invented that could cure even the deadliest of poisonous bites.
When Miss Dursley had given him a revolutionary tip for the potion he had been loosing sleep on - one that would absorb the venom of a snake, washing it away from the victim's body, he had doubted her claim then too. She had told him that by adding three teaspoons of curdled cobra eyes along with three drops of charcoal water, the potion would rid any and all poison inflicted by a bite from the drinker. He knew of too many creatures that could bite and leave a man dead in just moments that had no cures. Her information had proven with all the poisons that he had tested though. The potion he invented -they invented- was indefinitely a cure to most poisonous bites, if not all of them. Such information could make him a very rich man, should he ever have time to send it out to the market.
Still, he couldn't believe her recent claim. It was just impossible. Illogical. Ludicrous.
He sent her a reply, sarcastically thank her for wasting his time. Severus knew Miss Dursley would pick up on his snarky words. For some reason that girl could understand him better than anyone he knew.
Perhaps even better than Lily had.
He sighed sadly. Damn girl! Why did she have to look so much like her? He was reminded everyday about his regrets by just a mere glance at the red headed twelve year old. As if Harry wasn't enough of a reminder of his loss.
He downed a Dreamless Sleep potion and retired to his chambers.
* / *
Dahlia shook her head in disbelief. The Divi flower had to have been there! It was in her dream! Her dreams were never wrong! They bloomed under every apple tree in each Friday's moonlight shower. "Damn!" She muttered, slamming a fist onto her desk. Why didn't Professor Snape find them? They weren't hard to miss; bright red petals, with an oval green center.
"Something bothering you?" Dudley asked, stopping at her bedroom's doorway, catching her biting her lip in frustration.
"A lot of things." She said worriedly.
Her brother stepped in, a concerned look came across his face. "Can I help?"
"No." She collapsed on her bed, exhausted from all the secret keeping, lies, and the heavy thinking she had been doing over the passed few months. Her head ached, and she was beginning to feel like she couldn't stop Riddle from attacking Harry.
She just had to destroy that book!
"You've been so different lately." Dudley said pensively. "Mum and Dad are worried. Harry too."
"I'm fine." Dahlia assured him. She had no idea how many times she had said that this year. She wished people would just stop worrying over her. She wasn't some fragile little girl. "It's not me you should worry about." she said out loud.
"Who then?" Dudley asked.
"Hmm?" Dahlia wasn't sure what he meant.
"Who should I worry about?"
Oh, she hadn't meant to say that out loud. Damn... "Nobody." She sighed. "Please let me rest." She said, turning over and facing the wall.
"Lia..." Dudley said softly, setting a hand on her arm. "Don't shut us out. What is bothering you? We can help with whatever it is."
"Just leave me alone, damn it!" She said through grit teeth.
Dudley retracted his hand quickly and mumbled, "Alright then." He left her room, shutting her inside of it.
Tears stung her eyes. This whole thing was getting to her, and now everyone thought she was either going mad, or was some depressed little school girl because her normally high grades had plummeted into a meaningless number.
What would they do if they knew what was really going on?
They would send her to a shrink, that's what! Only after freaking out over her story of course. And, if, by some miracle anyone actually believed that she was trying to stop an incredibly insane dark wizard from gaining back his so desired control, they would just say that she was in over her head, that she was just a twelve year old girl with no chance.
Maybe they would be right though. Maybe she was in over her head. Maybe she wasn't the person to stop Riddle. But if she couldn't tell anyone, then who would stop him from opening the Chamber of Secrets and baiting Harry?
Pursing her lips, she sat up in her bed. She'd have to go search for the Divi flower herself, it was the only way to destroy Tom Riddle's diary.
The last day of Christmas break evidently fell on a Friday. Dahlia wouldn't get much sleep, but she had no choice. She needed to harvest the special flower.
The nearest apple tree she could remember was ten blocks away. A long walk for a stroll in the early AM.
Dahlia lay wide awake, until everyone had went to bed. She tiptoed down stairs, bundled up with three layers of clothing, for it was a very cold morning. As she stepped outside, she could see her breath in the faint light of the street lamps. Quickly, she walked to orchard that she used to pass by nearly everyday when she had attended primary school. She shivered as the bitter, icy breeze cut through all three of her layers and she cast a warming spell on her clothes, grinning from her brilliance.
Surprisingly, she had not gotten one letter from the Ministry for all the spell castings she had done. She never gave it much thought until now, faintly remembering Hermione making a claim that she had gotten a letter for her simple spells. The girl, who hardly broke any rules, had been a bit worrisome over it, but Draco successfully calmed her down by saying they wouldn't expel a student just because they were transfiguring mice into teacups.
Dahlia reached the orchard, but the gate was locked- of course. It hardly made sense though. No one could steal fruit from a tree in the middle of winter. Her eyes scanned across the abundance of patches of brightly coloured flowers. Dahlia smiled happily. Those were it.
Still on the outer side of the gate, Dahlia snapped her fingers, cutting the stems of a complete patch of Divi flowers except for one single flower. She then summoned them to her and gently set them in a mesh bag.
She was ready to go home.
* / *
Professor Snape stared at the pile of flowers that Dahlia had dumped onto his desk. She was grinning from ear to ear.
"I will admit that I had my doubts when I didn't see these under my own tree."
"They grow under every apple tree." Dahlia told him pointedly, removing the stems from the flowers.
"Obviously not mine." He grumbled as he also started stemming the special flowers.
"Well, it doesn't matter!" She said cheerily. "We've got them, and now you can make the potion and give me the vials that I need."
Profressor Snape raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Why would you need such a potion?"
"I like to be prepared. Much like yourself."
He continued to eye her, all the while removing the stems masterly. "I don't see how you would need it." he challenged her to explain her reasoning.
"I think supplying the most important ingredient should be enough of a reason."Dahlia told him blankly. " It's my potion, just as it's yours." She couldn't help lifting a flower up to her nose and breathing in deeply, allowing its slight sweet, apple fragrance flood through her nose. Why did it smell so familiar?
"Tell me why you want them, and I'll give them to you."
"Do you know why I named the potion Jayradox, Professor?"
He was silent for a while, searching his brain for terms. "Partly for the name that means 'healer'." Professor Snape finally said. "I don't understand the last part though, unless... it has another purpose?"
Dahlia gave a small nod. "This potion can be used for both good or evil." She told him, playing with the flower. "It starts off as a remarkable cure, but after just one single drop of human blood, it can cause a grand amount of irreversible damage."
"Then, why, may I ask, should I allow you to have such a thing?"
"All the work you have done these past 18 months will be wasted if you do not give me what I need."
"What do you mean by that? My potion work? How can it all be wasted?"
"I meant..." she paused, with a straight face, unsure if she should continue.
"Go on..." he said coldly, not wishing to be kept in the dark.
Her eyes dropped to the flower in her hands that had wilted horribly from her excessive fondling of it. She heaved a sigh. "Do you believe in the ability to see into the future?" She asked so quietly that she was afraid he hadn't heard her. She certainly didn't want to repeat the question.
"It's... very rare." He drawled, with a slightly interested tone. "Do you have something that you want to say to me?"
Dahlia thought about it, but shook her head. "No, I was just... wondering."
Professor Snape crossed his arms over his chest. "If you want some of this potion, you'll have to give me something in return."
Dahlia shrugged. "I see no problem with that. What do you want?"
"Trust." He said simply.
"Pardon?"
"You expect me to trust you." Professor Snape said nonchalantly. "I think it's only fair that I can expect the same from you."
Dahlia tilted her head, hiding a smile, and giving the man before her a deep thought. Professor Snape didn't trust hardly anyone, but he just gave her a mild hint that she was growing on him. She gave a small nod. "Alright."
"If you find anything... abnormal that you are having trouble with, do let me know- before it can drive you completely mad." His lips twitched, and Dahlia couldn't tell what he was trying to hide. A scowl? A sneer? A grin? Or could it have been a smirk? She wasn't sure.
She narrowed her eyes in frustration. She understood him, yet couldn't read half of his expressions. It was amazing that a person could make five different blank expressions. He was a special man, that was for sure.
"Two heads are much better than one, Miss Dursley."
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